last night was cold, so i assumed it would keep people inside and away from the bars, but i was apparently very wrong.
i get to the bar around 8:30, have a drink and some delicious pecan flan with sheepandduck, then i set up all my equipment. there is a table of annoying people sitting right in front of the dj booth, but i have to put up with them since they were friends of the staff. the owner is there, which is nice since i barely ever get to see him.
10:30, the bar starts to fill up. the crowd is extra weird, and as usual it`s looking to be a big sausage party. FranceyPanties shows up around 11, and i`m so glad there`s someone there to save me from the insanely large crowd. we have a few drinks, but she ends up taking off after about 45 minutes. i can`t blame her, since there was a table of drunks right next to us that were asking her weird questions all night, along with the odd crowd that we had happening, i would have left too if i could.
11:30, i`ve had too much to drink and i need to fight my way to the washroom on the other side of the bar before my bladder explodes. i put on a 15min track just in case there`s a line up, grab my cell phone, and make a dash for it. on my way back, some guy stops me and starts talking to me like he knows me. apparently i met him a couple weeks ago. he asks me to 'play some jumpin beats', and then asks for some 50cent, i laugh at him for a few minutes and tell him i don`t own any 50cent, then i make a break for the dj booth before he gets a chance to say anything else stupid.
back in my safety corner, i realize i don`t have my phone. i run through the crowd and back to the washroom, only to find a girl in there with my phone sitting in her bag. i tell her that i left my phone in there, and she hands it back to me claiming that she was just about to bring it out to the bartender.... several times, in a very guilty tone. i don`t have time for her crap, so i run back to the dj booth with just enough time to que up another track.
towards the end of the night, some drunk people stumble in and sit down at the tabke next to me. one of them keeps starign at me and making my uncomfortable, but i try to ignore him. one of my regulars shows up shortly after, and i`m happy to have someone to talk to again. unfortunately, he takes my being nice to him as a que to hit on me. he buys me a drink, and stands way too close to me behind the booth. saved again! as my friend unexpectedly shows up to give me a ride at the end of the night. i try to let the 'regular' know that i`m not interested by telling him i`m with someone else, and he seems to understand, so i agree to stop by a party that him and his sister are throwing next weekend, since i had already told him i would the week before. he goes home, but calls a few minutes later claiming that he 'accidentally' left his jacket at the bar, and could i please hold on to it, and that maybe we could go for coffee so he could get it back..... i don`t think he gets the hint anymore.
damn.
i need a nap.
i get to the bar around 8:30, have a drink and some delicious pecan flan with sheepandduck, then i set up all my equipment. there is a table of annoying people sitting right in front of the dj booth, but i have to put up with them since they were friends of the staff. the owner is there, which is nice since i barely ever get to see him.
10:30, the bar starts to fill up. the crowd is extra weird, and as usual it`s looking to be a big sausage party. FranceyPanties shows up around 11, and i`m so glad there`s someone there to save me from the insanely large crowd. we have a few drinks, but she ends up taking off after about 45 minutes. i can`t blame her, since there was a table of drunks right next to us that were asking her weird questions all night, along with the odd crowd that we had happening, i would have left too if i could.
11:30, i`ve had too much to drink and i need to fight my way to the washroom on the other side of the bar before my bladder explodes. i put on a 15min track just in case there`s a line up, grab my cell phone, and make a dash for it. on my way back, some guy stops me and starts talking to me like he knows me. apparently i met him a couple weeks ago. he asks me to 'play some jumpin beats', and then asks for some 50cent, i laugh at him for a few minutes and tell him i don`t own any 50cent, then i make a break for the dj booth before he gets a chance to say anything else stupid.
back in my safety corner, i realize i don`t have my phone. i run through the crowd and back to the washroom, only to find a girl in there with my phone sitting in her bag. i tell her that i left my phone in there, and she hands it back to me claiming that she was just about to bring it out to the bartender.... several times, in a very guilty tone. i don`t have time for her crap, so i run back to the dj booth with just enough time to que up another track.
towards the end of the night, some drunk people stumble in and sit down at the tabke next to me. one of them keeps starign at me and making my uncomfortable, but i try to ignore him. one of my regulars shows up shortly after, and i`m happy to have someone to talk to again. unfortunately, he takes my being nice to him as a que to hit on me. he buys me a drink, and stands way too close to me behind the booth. saved again! as my friend unexpectedly shows up to give me a ride at the end of the night. i try to let the 'regular' know that i`m not interested by telling him i`m with someone else, and he seems to understand, so i agree to stop by a party that him and his sister are throwing next weekend, since i had already told him i would the week before. he goes home, but calls a few minutes later claiming that he 'accidentally' left his jacket at the bar, and could i please hold on to it, and that maybe we could go for coffee so he could get it back..... i don`t think he gets the hint anymore.
damn.
i need a nap.
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OK .. so ... bender, bender, bender!!!!! I'm soooo in. It is one of my craziest friends berfdays this weekend so we are pussy posse'ing up to go out, get wasted, hoot at hot tattooed punks and then hopefully bring them home to get them super stoned and grope them while we watch Simpsons. OK ... so that might not happen, but I kinda hope it does. Wanna come with?
Now ... the weekend after I have to ask you for major support. It is a mission fraught with personal risk, potential criminal behavior and of course porn. I know you don't usually go out after work on Saturdays .. but if I ask real nice and sweeten the deal with something fun ... will you come out raving or after-hours'ing with me??? It will be our night of drugging, dancing and porn ... are you in???? Details can follow via phone or e-mail ... if you are with me so far?